Notes inside a would-be writer’s head: I tend to jot snippets down and save them as drafts in multiple e-mail accounts, or wake in the night, and scrawl an idea on a nearby notebook, before falling back into a deep sleep. Sometimes the notes are decipherable next morning, sometimes not.
The sleep thing’s been odd lately, too. I came to awareness last night, while pulling a pair of jeans on. The lamp was on, maybe I never turned it off, but I don’t remember getting out of bed, nor why I was putting pants on around 2a.m. It was weird, almost as weird as coming to consciousness stripping the bed down the other night, manically searching for the squirrel who bit my shoulder in a dream. I was sure he was there, some place, between the sheets or behind the mattress.
Sometimes it’s like the conscious mind lives in a state of ambush, but something gets stronger under the surface. The desire to write, to risk, pushes against the edge of the brain when I’m not making it happen. My sleep gets more violent after awhile. That’s why I keep waking gripped by emotions that dwarf the pale responses of daily life. Each time I close my eyes an adventure grasps me between the teeth with more and more furious energy.
I tried to recreate some recent notes/jots:
Cookbook– The ..emotonal rollercoaster……. ~~ cookbook/emotionally informed food choices. Craig’s nightmare.
Personal Essay– Mystic Burglars; retrench; 7 or 8 here, mine. Write it.
Poetry– Sleepwalking in the Orchard//? Blearghh.. A footnote
Fiction/Literature/_angel, involuntary; fated to repeat; return, failure the success of host. Cat you can’t see, people with a life, lived ordinary, an overlap to some designed dimension. Incurr damage as redemption? Sacrificial but only energie/emotion. –+REsolution or not so much?
Sci Fi/Magic Realism.. Sigh. If you could write a travel plan from hall bathroom to front door, and makeit stretch 40 pages, and the shag in the carpet an interstellar journey, wouldn’t you be worth the breath you waste as a daily occasion?
Children’s, Smart- – – Mystic Burglars again, the launch place. Access that realm. Infused with powers before the eye can see, excommunicated at cusp of adulthood. avoid lord of fly resonance. Not brutality, not animal farm where they become what they avoid, but rather where they can not become what they would inevitably. The Jungle Margin
Till we have faces TITLE?
Horde ideas? Community zilch. Time waster versus stealer- like a luck stealer. Someone who preys upon time.